| Bicycle touring Sardinia. When
the goats realized we weren't chasing them, they calmed down
and resumed their walking pace. A car puttered up behind us.
"I have an idea," I said. "They're used to vehicles,
right? You've noticed they don't become skittish when a car passes
them? Maybe if we huddle right behind this car, we can race past
the goats without them noticing us," I rationalized. Sharon
thought it was a better option than waiting for the shepherd
to show up. When the car passed us we glued ourselves so close
to its rear end we were in danger of becoming bumper stickers.
But we blasted past the critters at 30 plus kilometers per hour
without them even noticing us. I shook my head. "What silly
beasts," Sharon understated. |
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